Firewalker Book Novels & Stories

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

The desire to know far outweighed the caution I knew I should always take with a stranger. “I’m Casey Merker,” I bellowed as I stretched my hand out for the letter. “Give it to me.” An angry snarl consumed his reddening face as he turned toward me and lifted his feet up, one by one to display the soles of his dust riddled boots. “You made me walk all that way in these pathetic boots when you could have told me who you were from the start. What kind of person are you?” he asked. The genuine distress on his face caused a tinge of regret within me. I shook it off quickly. I needed to keep my head about me and not succumb to whatever power this stranger possessed where I was concerned. That flut

I cry for Silas; every bone in my body yearns for him. Cerberus runs for about an hour while I cry for Silas. Eventually, I pull myself together and see her approaching our territory. Before I know it, she’s leaping through the fire, heading straight for the pack house. She doesn’t stop until we get to the pack library, and then she shifts back but doesn’t give me control. She walks to a dead end and pulls a book out. The wall opens up and reveals a single book sitting on a pedestal. What is this Cerberus? I never knew it was here.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

The first one says, and they leave. I walk back to the house, walk inside, and upstairs to shower after the training. Then I walked into the bedroom and found the book that he gave me about the ice wolf. I take it into a big, comfy chair and start reading. It doesn’t take long before I fall over pages that are written in the hand, the date is so unclear I can’t read it, but the rest look fine and I read it.

“And I agree with that.” Bryan stepped toward Shadowalker. “Why can’t we come? We can help! We just took down a robot and a warehouse of monsters!” “You’ll only be a burden,” Cara said, her voice cracking. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. The Windwalker isn’t a monster you can punch or burn. He’s a force. A natural disaster with a mind. Shadowalker barely contained him last time, and his host died.” The finality in her voice was terrifying.

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

“You’re not lying. Then why was the human interested in her?” “They were old friends,” he simply told him. “He didn’t take no for an answer.” Lucifer shook his head. Lowered his sword to the growed, as he looked to be in thought. “How did she set all those souls out of the graveyard?” “She is a Spirit Walker,” he answered. Lucifer whistled, “Damn, I wasn’t going to win. Was I?” With a final look around. He turned at his hips and he was gone. In puff of smoke.